eyesofIris

Forgiving is as suffocating
as making friends in
high school. 
Why not give it a chance, 
people say. 
Why not try- you'll 
probably be happier. 
I'd rather fall 

There's a stranger
in my house. 
She takes a seat at an 
invisible chair and 
stares me down. 
"You're lonely," she says, 
twirling a piece of hair around her 
hazy fingers. 

I feel smudged, 
like blue words highlighted in pink.
Your unapologetic ink. 

I feel sketched, 
like the lily in my notebook. 
Blurred lines in lead. 

I feel wobbly, 

While walking through Burlington, 
I imagine myself as anyone. 

I could be a single mother pushing
a stroller with one hand, 
headed toward Lake Champlain
to find at least some solace

I'm in the mood to pour gasoline onto
lit matches. And by that I mean 
I'm in the mood to scream my lungs 
out, to feel the tears on my face evaporate
into salty air. 

I'm in the mood to destruct a